A ghost.
A phantom.
Or at least, that was what Sid thought it would be like. Because surely, a guardian mecha like him could not possibly know what it truly meant to be one.
And yet, for a fleeting instant, right as he disappeared, the newly upgraded Sid believed he was as close to a phantom as one could possibly be without actually dying.
It was downright impressive.
For the first time, he fully understood why the little master had kept asking him about his original build.
Back then, Luca had been confused why Sid—who was supposed to excel at light mecha combat—was heavier than most light models. The boy's golden eyes had squinted with suspicion, hands on his hips, muttering about possible design oddities and balance.
For a moment, Luca had tried to understand if he had missed a particular reason why the mecha was designed like that.
But apparently, Sid hadn't been designed with a specific combat style in mind at all.
